The worst parkinson’s prejudices are mine.

The great thing about getting a nasty disease is that you start to appreciate the little things in life soooo much more than you used to. Isn’t it just wonderful to watch the sun rise, set, or whatever your sun does? To hear a bird sing, even if this particular little thing does keep you […]

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Sobsnivelsniff

You bump into a friend, they ask how you’re doing, and snap – you burst into tears. You don’t want to cry. Not again. Because it invariably prompts the question: you’re still having a hard time coming to terms with it, aren’t you – isn’t there someone you can talk to, a psychologist or something? […]

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Afraid

I thought that I was scared, but it seems that others are every bit as scared as me. Scared of me, my Parkinson’s, my fear, my tears. How you notice exactly, I can’t quite put my finger on, but you do notice. An imperceptible, almost reverent expectation. And then comes the inevitable question, the question […]

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Ah I know someone with glasses like that

A very similar conversation really took place The lady with the new glasses says: Parkinson’s? I know a few people with Parkinson’s. Some can still walk reasonably well, but it’s their speech that’s the worst. They can’t talk clearly any more. I don’t mind though – they’re friends, after all. Some can’t live independently any […]

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